Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Best Friend, artist - Yelawolf. Album song Love Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Best Friend |
Ain’t never been much of the church type |
But I believe in the last days |
I walk through Hell almost every night |
But I believe it’s a pathway |
Say boy, what you doin' with your life |
With those tattoos on your face? |
Say boy, you know that you’ll pay the price |
Well, I guess I’ll see when I head that way |
To the father son and holy spirit |
I hold you nearest |
My best friend, best friend |
Let the trumpets blow with your appearance |
I can almost hear it |
My best friend, best friend |
When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit |
Behold these lyrics |
I got a best friend, best friend |
Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah |
I don’t know much about Holy Bibles |
But I grew up in the Bible Belt |
I put my love for a woman on idle |
Because I got beat with my mama’s belt |
But I learned from my mistakes |
Try hard to respect people for what they believing in |
But if you spit on my fucking grave |
And wish me Hell then I wish you well |
I’mma send you straight up to my best friend |
God, please could you arm me with the armor |
To calm me when there’s drama like Gandhi |
Could have gone the other way many times |
Could have turned Dalai with the lama |
But I squashed my beefs and things seem to be looking decent recently, |
But don’t jinx it |
It’s like Clint Eastwood looking for peace |
Though maybe not finna enta' the priesthood, |
But at least should make an attempt to show some remorse |
And to be some sorta repenter |
For the people I’ve been a menace ta' |
Not a preacher, but a shit starter and finisher |
Enta' the mind of a thick skinned, but a short temper |
This patience of mine is thinner |
Than twine is when I get attacked |
So I might say something back that might offend you |
So if you don’t like when I rap |
Or what I have to say on the mic then you |
Might wanna act just like quarterbacks |
And take a fuckin' hike when I snap cause I’m a sinner |
(I got a best friend, best friend) |
Plus balls and intestines |
And they never been yes men |
They gon' tell me when I’m fuckin' up |
The minute I’m ever giving it less than |
I’m about to vomit and I can feel it coming |
Cause failure’s something I can barely stomach |
And I only listen to my guts |
So unless you’re my fuckin' belly button |
Don’t tell me nothin' |
You ain’t my (best friend, best friend) |
Who you think I’m talking 'bout? |
Lifts me up when I’m down and out |
Still look to him without a doubt |
Still got a (best friend, best friend) |
Shout it out like there’s never been a louder mouth |
Should have never been allowed a mouth |
Now that I got a higher power |
Now when I black out power outage |
They powerless, but they crowd around |
They tend to flock like shepherds the black sheep |
But I’ll be the worst thing that these motherfuckers ever herd |
When I’m counted out |
You be D.O.A., they’ll announce |
But pronounce you dead when they sound it out |
So prepare for a rival with your arch enemy |
Surrounds you now |
He’s all around you |
Not even the doctor’s at the hospital |
Are gonna shigy-shock you back to life |
It’s in piggy possible to revive you |
That’s word to the digy doc |
Stigy stopping is not an option |
Something I’m not gonna do |
I’m the Iggy Pop of hip-hop when I walk in the booth |
Dawg, I’m the truth like Biggie rockin' with Tupac in the suit |
Talking to Proof dropping a deuce |
Fill up a syllable clip like a re-fillable script, cock it and shoot |
And who do you think’s my Glock that I use |
That I pull from to get my strength up against these haters |
And he’ll be waiting at the gate |
When you get sprayed up, sending you hoes straight up |
To deal with my (best friend, best friend) |